My wounds are bleeding, behold the sight...
Upon my palms, my feet, beneath the heart.
I stepped from the cross in love's great light,
With love I took these atrocities apart.
The resurrected era of anxious madness,
A Messiah has come for tortures anew;
Where wings once touched the raiment’s brightness,
Selecting the leaders for the slaughter he drew.
The shattered glass of souls defiled
Will melt into the world's common glass.
My wounds in the sands, inflamed and wild,
I stretch the Hand of Cairo as I pass.
The living leaves of the temple on high
Lean like a canopy, emerald and deep;
Kneeling within the hall of the sky,
Pray for the one whom Hell's shadows shall keep.
My wounds are bleeding, behold the sight...
Risen, I soared into the heavens so clear.
Wait in forgiveness by the temple of light,
Until the gates open and the end draws near.
The Hand of Cairo
© Copyright: Алёна Гаштольд, 2026
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